Crimson Servant

A dull knocking sound came from the cave, which was heavier than the sound of a pick hitting the rock. The adventurers followed the chaotic drumbeats and came to a huge cave full of moss plants.

Looking into the cave from the narrow tunnel, it was peaceful inside, and the knocking sound had long disappeared, as if the sound that led them here was just an illusion of the ears.

The four people communicated in the tunnel for a while, and Lucien volunteered to be the first to drill into the passage.

He stepped into this quiet cave, and the glowing mushrooms growing on the rocks barely provided a view. The illusionist judged the approximate range of the cave through them and turned back to call his companions.

At this moment, something strange happened.

A large piece of exposed "moss" on the wall moved and quickly climbed down from the wall. The monster closest to Lucien simply jumped down from above, and the vulture-like sharp beak roared in ecstasy, and the evil eyes emitted a fierce light. The hideous sickle-shaped claws of the forelimbs had already landed on Lucien's head.

In an instant, Lucien was smashed into smoke.

The queen of the claw monsters looked at her prey and didn't react for a moment. Her attack actually turned the food into powder? Has she become stronger again?

The other claw monsters didn't notice the queen of the claw monsters' daze. They used their huge claws to knock on the stones to attract prey, and then climbed up the wall to launch a surprise attack. This is the usual strategy of the claw monsters. Before their leader issued an order to change the plan, the group of monsters continued to execute the second half of the strategy.

They had already aimed at the hole where the illusionist entered, knowing that there was other food in it. Although the hole was not big, the powerful claws were enough to chisel and expand the hole so that they could drill in, just like eating the underground gnomes in the tunnel. This was actually a very interesting dining sport for the claw monsters.

They rushed into the hole and stretched their claws in.

Then, they realized that there were not only underground gnomes in the tunnel, but also crimson warlocks.

Bloody chains flowed out of the small hole and climbed up the body of the Devil Claw along the claws. Their huge beetle-like shells could not stop the invasion of the chains of sin. The crimson power penetrated into the gaps between the hard shells of the Devil Claw, which were as hard as rocks, and destroyed these monsters from the inside out.

The empty shells of the Devil Claw fell to the ground, and each shrunken individual surface emitted an ominous red light.

The Devil Claw Queen saw the horrible death of her people and immediately put aside her confusion about the illusion of the illusionist. She turned back, waved her thick claws and climbed up the stone wall on the other side, trying to escape into the cave on the wall.

Death and terror were behind her, and the escape route prepared in advance became the only hope for the Devil Claw. At this time, the Devil Claw Queen wanted to abandon her innate huge shell, just to make herself faster. The exit was close at hand. When her sharp mouth had reached the edge of the cave, her heart was filled with the joy of a successful escape.

Then she saw the dark elf Francis and his flaming scimitar.

When the queen of the Devil's claws fell to the ground, there were two sounds, one was the fall of its huge carapace, and the other was the fall of its head.

"Too easy!" Inlucien walked out of the tunnel expanded by the Devil's claws, and stepped on the shriveled corpse of the Devil's claws and walked down step by step. The empty shell left after the sorcerer's spell would be concave when stepped on, and the wonderful touch like a spring bed made the illusionist marvel.

Francis floated down from the cave on a high place, and the invisible airflow dragged his feet. The floating spell released by the dark elf made the landing force as light as a feather falling to the ground. His eyes looked at the several Devil's claws killed by the sorcerer, and the traces of corruption that had completely appeared on the surface made the dark elf frown slightly.

John exerted too much strength, and the body structure of the Devil's claws was completely destroyed, becoming an empty shell destroyed by the crimson power. Not to mention being able to use biological tissue materials, I am afraid that there is no meat paste under that empty shell, and it has become a hollow drum.

Unable to obtain materials through collection, this behavior does not conform to the logic of adventurers' actions to gain benefits, nor is it suitable for teaching.

Francis understood John's purpose.

After Lucien, the sorcerer walked out of the tunnel. He stretched out his palm, and the excess crimson power remaining on the body of the claw monster was recovered by the sorcerer. The traces of corruption here have a tendency to continue to spread because of the excessive amount, and John must manually stop this spread.

John needs to prevent the little priest behind him from being too frightened. After learning the true identity of John Kemp, Dalia has undergone some minor changes. The sorcerer's personal feeling is that Dalia's face seems to have been divided into two parts, with a smile on her mouth and tears in her eyes, a look of fear and trying to maintain a friendly collapse.

Originally in the Snow family, she had borne the burden of expectation. After forming an adventure team, she thought she was a free bird that flew out of the fence, but she found that her companions were all carnivorous dinosaurs. The huge difference between the strong appearance and the heart that was calling for her mother made the noble lady finally unable to hold back and fell into temporary madness, and the smell of stupidity on her body became more intense.

The sorcerer originally took an indifferent attitude towards Dalia's self-abandonment, but Francis and Lucien's strange looks as if you are the culprit made John a little overwhelmed. Dalia's condition has improved slightly in the past few days of peace, and John doesn't want to provoke her at this time.

While thinking, John stood on the ground of the cave. In front of him was the exaggeratedly large prey behind Francis and the dark elf. He could kill it with one blow. As long as Francis needed it, he could always find the opponent's fatal weakness and quickly end it.

Even if he didn't see it with his own eyes, he could imagine how amazing Francis's sword was when he drew it out of the sheath. He couldn't help but want to praise the dark elf's martial arts, but he found that the other party was staring at him unhappily and used his body to block the decapitated claw monster.

"Francis, I..." John's words of praise were about to come to his mouth, but were interrupted by the dark elf.

"I tell you, this trick doesn't work on me. It doesn't work. Don't treat me as the idiot druid who will turn into a light bird when he hears compliments."

John understood the dark elf's meaning. He realized that the dark elf misunderstood his praise as purposeful, so he was about to explain when Lucien on the side interrupted the topic.

"Are you sure you have never thought of messing up the monsters behind the dark elves with your dangerous and evil spells, without any idea at all?"

"..."

John thought they could go back to the last topic. What was the last topic?

The sorcerer turned around with realization and shouted to the little priest who was slowly moving and trying to step on the unstained red area of ​​the empty shell of the Horror Claw.

"Hurry up, Dalia, I'm waiting for you, do you need my help?"

In the sight of the three people, the priest's back was obviously shaking, and he accidentally fell and hit the empty shell. The hollowed-out body was soft and elastic enough, so when Dalia got up from the ground, there was no scar on her body.

John knew that there was one more reason why he couldn't turn back.